Forbidden FRUIT
She was that special star I could never reach, a beautiful and wonderful woman that I can never hold in my arms. Her eyes sparkles when she spoke and that Malaysian accent made her even more perfect in my life. She was much older than me, and somewhat mature. She was also stunningly adorable and kind but fierily at the same time which make her rare and exquisite, the only one that captured my attention among all the new faces that surrounds me, only that person is be able to make me wobble in my knees and gag in my speech. Entwined in my blindness of love, I wished I was not born. I would love to be delayed for ten years at least. If I did, I was sure that the lucky person who married her would most definitely be me. For I was sure that given that chance, I would be able treasure her with my soul. I would never let her go.
Why do I love her so much? I am sure it isn't a passing cloud, if it were a stray cloud; the feeling would have left me. But it didn't, every day I would think about her. Her existents in this world make me unable to concentrate on my own busy life, she was too tempting to resist from taking another glance. And I want her to be mine so bad, that feeling of desire grow stronger even when I don't want it to. It hurts a bit, to get to see but never get to touch. Unfortunately it has to stay that way no matter how much I hate it, she is a married woman. There was no way I can ever be that person to hold her hands and to spend every second with her, or to share my money with. I guess I could only look hopelessly from afar. Secretly admiring, secretly bursting in joy or blushing with embarrassment whenever she talks to me. That silent empty space that fills my heart, I could only patiently wait till another soul delights me the same way as she does. This love is forbidden; my love will not ever come true. Her love is to her husband. So there is nothing I can do but to wait…the best thing I could do is to wait…